Page 98 of The Rowdy Ones
She releases a long hiss of breath. “Are you serious? This is amazing news.”
Her lips find mine and she kisses me deeply. The relief for my safety is palpable. It’s cute that Destiny thinks I’m some fragile thing in her world. I know she can’t see, but damn. I’m like twice as big as she is, maybe even more. If anyone should worry about getting hurt, it would be her. She fumbles around life, essentially in the dark, with her cane and the World’s Okayest Service Animal. It’s a wonder she’s still around to tell the tale.
Scout whimpers and nudges the paper sack. Destiny giggles against my lips before pulling away to feed her pitiful dog. Eager to get back to the RV to spend some time with her, I pull the truck back onto the road. My sister hands me an unwrapped burger and I eat while I drive. We both laugh as she attempts to feed me fries. Since she can’t see, she pokes me once in the eye and once in the ear. It’s a total fail, but it makes me happy.
By the time we get back to the Knox cabin, we’ve polished off most of the food and given Scout the rest. He darts out of the truck the second I get the door open. All that grease must’ve given him the shits.
I help Destiny out of the truck and grin at how well she uses her cane to make her way to the RV. Since Wild’s truck is gone, I shoot him another text as we walk inside the RV.
Me: where are you at
Wild: Went with the fam to see my grandparents before I go back to school. Be back soon.
A thrill shoots down my spine. Are we really alone for a while?
Me: give me a time frame please
Wild: Dez told me you only need thirty seconds.
Me: shut the fuck up I need forty five
Wild: You’re an idiot. I still think you’re sick as shit over this.
Me: your and your. your welcome
Wild: I fucking can’t with you. We’ll be back within the hour.
Good thing I only need forty-five seconds. I smirk and then I chase down my girl.
Someone bangs on the RV door, making me and Destiny both nearly jump out of our skin. After sex, we cleaned up and were just laid up in bed chatting about Scout. I’m glad we weren’t careless enough to lie around naked. I pass by the sink full of Wild’s dishes, shaking my head. For once, I’d like for him to do them instead of waiting on me. Scout runs past me, barking his head off at the door. At least he’s good for something around here besides eating and farting.
“You don’t have to knock,” I say when I fling open the RV door. “You live here too and you’re just riling up the dog.” The smile on my face vanishes and a chill dances down my spine as the outside air whips inside. “What are you doing here?”
Scout barks at him, but it’s not an angry sound. His tail is even wagging. Traitor.
Evan, with hands in his pockets and a sheepish smile on his face, shrugs. “Needed to talk to you. Alone.”
Fuck that.
I wonder how quickly I can get to one of the knives in the sink.
“You need to leave,” I grind out, crossing my arms over my chest and blocking the doorway. “Now.”
He winces at my harsh words. “Ouch. You really do hate me.”
Is he just now realizing this?
“Yes, Evan, I do. Now get the fuck out.”
“Who’s here?” Destiny asks, using her cane as she comes down the hall. “Evan?”
Evan uses my distraction to dart past me and throws himself into a seat at the table. Our traitor dog hops into his lap to get scratches behind the ear. “You should close that door. It’s cold outside.”
Unbelievable.
“You want to have this conversation?” I growl as I slam the door closed. “Fine.” Then, to Destiny, I say, “You should go in the other room.”Where it’s safe.
“And leave you alone? With him?” she spits out, shooting a nasty expression Evan’s way. She’s fierce and protective. A Jamison through and through. “I’ll stay.”
